Stone Musings


Medusa ~

I wonder if she loved her snakes.

Modest Venus1
Modest Venus ~
of the pretense
of the fantasy
built up by nothing more than an uneasily footed reputation
look your fill
then leave me be
leave me alone
to contemplate the things
my stone heart truly covets.
shrinking angel1
Shrinking Angel ~
Shrinking angel, your stone wings poised so defensively
what have you stolen?
where are you slinking off to?
in such apprehension
that your eyes forever keep worried watch overhead….

About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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3 Responses to Stone Musings

  1. rarasaur says:

    I bet she love-loved her snakes. 😀 They probably had names! 🙂

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